Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening


stopping by woods on a snowy evening 

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

******** Written by Robert Frost in 1922

This beautiful image-driven poem was written by Robert Frost in June 1922, as he watched the sun rise at his home in Shaftsbury, Vermont.  He had been up the entire night, working on another poem.  The words came to him within minutes.  Some years later, in a letter to another poet, Robert Frost referred to Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening as "my best bid for remembrance". Tis my joint Robert Frost favourite (along with The Road Not Taken).  

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